TRUTH I knock once on his door before I find his doorbell. I thumb it and I am shocked to hear Cardi B's voice ricochet off the walls; “DING! DING!!”When I get over the shock of it I start to laugh. He comes out with his neck red and the tips of his ears a tomato. “Press by Cardi has been stuck in my head for a while. And I thought it would be cool to use it.” He hastily explains. “Its the Cardi effect. I think it’s cool too.” He looks pleased with himself and we just stand there smiling and looking at each other. “So, can I come in?”He quickly moves out of the way to let me through. “Sure, of course.”Walking into his home, I wonder again, where he put his drawings of me. I have been in his room, and I saw no semi naked version of me. Was there another room? It would be weird to have those in his guest room, so it has to be a room no one else has access to, since it will be difficult to explain it’s existence. “What would you like before we st
TERMS AND CONDITIONS “Thanks?” he stares at me, his brows scrunched up. “Thanks? That’s your response to my confession?” I don’t know what I was expecting, but thanks was not it. “Sorta.. maybe.. kinda.” I nod. He scoffs,“That is not how love works.” Of course, there is even a procedure for their madness, why didn't I think of that? “What do you mean not how it works? I say I love you, you say it back and boom; love.” He looks like he is disturbed by what I just said. “Its not words; love is action.”I snort unconsciously, when his eyes widen, mine follow suit. Oh, well, it’s already out There, can’t take it back now. “I thought love was a feeling?”“Yes, a emotion that causes you to act in a way that shows how you feel towards someone.” I try to school my features so I don’t look half as disgusted as I feel. This delusions will take a while to untangle, but who cares? I’ll eat my cake and have it, then I’ll look the other way. And by cake,
DATES “Ten dates before y’all fuck? What is this? The eighteenth century?” Jessica barks out a laugh. I let out a sigh, that was the exact question I asked myself when I heard it. But he was pretty adamant on that, he would not be persuaded. “I'm surprised she pulled off the confession for someone who cannot keep a straight face whilst talking about love.” I look up at Cecilia who was sucking out of a bottle that was clearly for Prudy. “That’s for Prudy. Also, why are you here?” She shrugged,“You called for an intervention, I came over.” I knew her creating the group text was a bad idea. Jessica nor Cecilia responded to my messages if I didn’t drop them in the group texts. A bunch of weirdos. “What are you planning?”I throw my hands up in the air as a sign of tiredness. “I have no plans. That’s the reason I called for the intervention in the first place.” “You can give up. I mean dates aren’t like love speeches; you actually have to spend ti
VIBRATION “If you needed money, all you needed to do was ask. Why did you have to do something so humiliating?” Anger flared in my veins. To think I was beginning to feel pity on her. “You are a vile creature, you know that right?” She cocks her head to the side, “You have called me that numerous times. I thought you would have an even better response by now.” I clench my fist and grit my teeth. “You should try to hide your extracurricular activities a lot better. I didn’t do much to find out.” I swallow. I know her, she will carry on with her threat. She has done it before and she will do it again. Fuck. “I told you before; I’m not fucking my professor, you have no evidence on that.” She scoffed,“Yet, he pays for your exclusivity at that immoral house.” How did she even know about that? “Does not mean anything. Unless you have actual proof of us fucking, do not use him as a weapon.” “You really want to go down this road Roxanne-elizabeth? Do
COMPLIMENT “It’s a surprise is all I can tell you at the moment.” Is what he kept repeating after announcing that he already had our first date planned out. And what is even more surprising is the fact that I absolutely cannot wait for the date itself. Which is funny since, I never wanted to go in the first place. “Can you at least give me a hint? So I know how to dress up?” “Dress as you please, you will look perfect, like always.”I groan. Trying to ignore the compliment, which is obviously not working since I am blushing profusely. What is wrong with me anyway? “What if I dress all businessy and this place requires casual? What happens then?” “It won't be affecting anything. You'll be fine. Now stop trying to find out. It’s a surprise.” Another groan from my end. He laughs.“Drive safely okay?” I sit in the driver’s seat, the door wide open and he stands at the door. He never looked less delicious. With his dishevelled hair and his sweat shirt. No
HORNY I end up waking up extra early the following day to pick out my outfit. Dressed in a white cropped, long sleeved shirt, and wide legged jeans. Paired with my nikes. Simple, cute and will fit in everywhere. “Wow.” He mutters once he sees me. His eyes roam the entirety of my body and i can't help but redden under his gaze. “I look like this half the time.” I say in a tiny voice that doesn’t resemble mine. “And every time I see you, I am blown away. I lack the words to describe how perfect you look all of the time. Maybe I'll come up with a new word.” Oh my goodness! Oh my gosh!! Oh sweet heavens!!! Where are those words coming from? And how on earth do I feel the urge to scream and touch the clouds? “What are those?” I say whilst hiding my hot face behind my palms.“The truth, peanut.” I feel his hands on my waist as they thrust me towards the open passenger side of his car. He is in the driver's seat when I finally remove my hands from my face.
PUNISHMENT His mouth was soft against mine. We move together in sync, a slow and deliberate dance with our mouths. Fireworks exploded on every part of me that his mouth touches. I loved the heat that came from them, so I demanded more. I pushed my body down into his, pressing our bodies until his arm wraps around my waist. Needing more than that, I raise my knee slowly to his thighs. Feeling the swell of an obvious bulge, I smirk against his lips. This time, I pull myself up from his body, his arm around me slack enough for me to move around freely. I pull myself into a sitting position, directly above the bulge. The kiss doesn’t worry or wane as I move up his body. My legs on either sides of his body. Knees tucked close to him, and ankles even closer. Slowly grinding my waist against his body, moving up and down, slightly touching the mould of dick in his pants. I particularly enjoy his hisses and sharp breaths when my ass comes in contact with the swolle
MEAT “Hey, did you already plan something for our second date?” I ask, my eyes on our entwined hands. He looks away from his book with a raised brow. “You are already thinking of a second one when this one is ongoing?” I nod,“Of course. Not just because I am eager to get to the tenth date. I genuinely like spending time with you.” He pulls me close to him and kisses my forehead. Leaving tingles in his wake. I can’t stop the dopey grin that takes over my features. “I love spending time with you.” I force down the shudder that runs through my body at the love thing. “So have you thought about it?” “You seem to have something in mind, let’s hear it.” “Let us get matching tattoos.” Confusion clouds his features, with a tiny pout, I can’t help but stare. “Tattoo? And matching ones?” I nod. “We both have those scars. Let’s decorate them. We have the final say on how they turn out.” He looks like he is thinking about it, complete with the looking up in